Hello!! See I respected my promise in updating this chapter in one week...well I have to warn you for the following chapter, there's physical violence and a little trashy language...not too much though...hope you'll enjoy!!

A sweet warm whisper in darkness ch9
a dark secret is revealed...

Tyson finished reading the last lines and stayed in shock. He couldn't believe she was gone, putting herself in danger. One tear escaped from his eye while a worried feeling took place in his heart before he suddenly ripped the letter in two pieces, fell on his knees and yelled as loud as he could.

"NOOOO!!!!!!!!!" He yelled in pain.

He was out of control and didn't know what could have possibly pushed Hilary to do such a crazy thing. He was angry, worried but wanted to cry at the same time but he didn't. The girl he had love for so long was alone, walking on her own, on the streets of this city to face her fears. I'm leaving without telling you where in case you would want to search for me or in case Chris falls on this letter. Why didn't she want him to search for her, all during the week she had pass with him he was only trying to help her. They could pass beyond that problem together, side by side, but now she was refusing his help, rejecting it, and he felt she was also rejecting him. Remember that it's not against you that I'm doing it but it's for you. What was she doing for him? Getting her life in danger? Getting stuck with Chris? Facing the worst trouble she ever had alone? Getting beaten up by an obsessed guy? In his mind, the only thing she could do for him was to stay in safety.

He slammed his head between his palms and tried to calm down while thinking for a moment but he couldn't, he wasn't even able to think at something else than what she had written in the letter and what was possibly happening to her now. He was panicking a lot; Hilary's voice was hunting his mind with the last words she had pronounced in front of him or in the letter. Don't worry though I won't put myself in jeopardy. What else was she doing now if she wasn't putting herself in jeopardy? He knew she wrote it only to convince him she was safe but he knew it wasn't true. How could she probably be safe? Please promise me you won't try to find me.

'What do you really expect from me? That I will all forget about you? That I will let you face it alone? Never...I'll never let you down...I made a promise to myself...Nothing shall happen to you...Why did you have to leave like that...leave me behind...without any clue...you can't do that to me...if something happens to you I'll never forgive myself...never...because I had to protect you even if you didn't want to.' He thought.

He put a pair of jeans and a sweater and got out of the house running as fast as he could in hope he would find her. He could again hear Hilary's voice that was surrounding him.

You have helped me so much and you have put yourself several times in great danger.

'It didn't matters to me...I wanted to help you...I wasn't putting myself in danger...I don't fear a fight...and I don't fear Chris'

I really appreciate what you did for me but I think helping me is demanding too much.

'No it's not...I love you...I love you so much...I could do anything just to satisfy you...I'm happy whenever I can help...I'm always ready for you'

When I saw how much you cared about your grand father and how much you would be lost without your last family member left, I knew I was not at my place and that's why I decided to leave.

'It's true I care about him...but it's not a reason to leave...there will always be a place for you besides me'

I'm tired to live as a weight on your shoulders and to depend on you all the time.

'My love for you will never be a weight'

Tyson continued to run seeking widely for Hilary's presence. He dropped by the river where she used to go when she was sad: she wasn't there. He went to see by her house; maybe she would pick up a couple of things: she wasn't there. He went to the park, to the port, to the school yard, down town, the richest areas and the poorest; she still wasn't there. He ran toward the other direction and heard again her voice shaken by her cries.

I won't put your life in risk anymore...

... you are very worthy and I care a lot for you.

You took care of me long enough...now it's my turn...

'No...Stop...this voice...Please' He thought.

I think I couldn't live without your presence beside me...

'Stop...'

I promise we will see each other soon and when we will...

Tyson arrived at the beach out of breath, both hands on his ears to cover himself from hearing those words again.

"Stop" He said.

I want you to hold me in your arms...

...I'm always seeking for it.

Tyson suddenly stumbled and fell on the hot sand, another tear rolled as he yelled louder than he never did before:

"HILARY!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Tyson didn't know how long he stayed on his knees like that but when he decided to pull his head off his palms, the voices were gone. Now anger and determination took place in his mind. He would do what it takes to find her no matter what. Even if he knew Hilary didn't want he would find her anyway. He got up from the ground and started to walk thinking about the situation again. Fine if Hilary wanted to face her problems, she could if she wanted but there was no way he would let her fight alone it was just too dangerous. How could she think she could go like that on her own to see some body that is good enough to send in jail? That's non-sense.

'If something happens to you, Hilary, or just if Chris is planning to do something, I swear I'll not take any revenge on him, I'll just kill him if that's what it takes...He will never have what he wants...anyway what does he really wants?...have you back because he loves you? Yeah right just if he knew the meaning of this word...Having someone he can beat? Or someone to kill?...No...Just try to put your dirty paws on her Chris and we'll see what will turn on you'

Tyson was walking but he didn't even know what direction he was taking. His feet were showing him the way to go but where was it leading him? He didn't know. He stopped at a little fast food restaurant to eat something but he returned on his way because he wasn't hungry. The only thing that could have feed Tyson was Hilary's company or just a sign from her saying she was safe. When could he have that sign?

He ended up by walking on the bridge he and Hilary had pass on two days ago when she had skipped school. He was remembering the different conversations they have had that same day in the restaurant, the fight they had at the beach and the peck on the cheek she had give him just before he went to do his work in the garden with the trunks of tree. Those were great moments that he enjoyed each second of it. Thinking about that again was making him sadder that he was before because if he would never see her again he would never have the chance to pass other moment like that with her. He knew he had to be positive but it was hard trying to think at something else than the worst and that's why he was motivated to find her; so the worst wouldn't happen.

He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when a perturbation blocked his mind from any thinking. A dark-haired guy about the same age he was passed beside him. The guy had a weird grin on his face and was watching him non-stop with menacing eyes. He was wearing a white long sleeve t-shirt showing the logo of parasuco with a pair of blue jeans.

"What are you looking at?" Said Tyson angrily.

The guy didn't answer but continued to glare at him with the same facial expression till he silently laughed at Tyson.

"What's your problem?" Said Tyson again.

The guy simply raised his eyebrows keeping the same deadly look with the same smile, put his hands in his pockets and walked away. Tyson was confused, it seemed like the guy knew him but it was impossible because it was the first time he saw him in his entire life. He was wondering what this guy wanted from him and why was he looking at him that way.

'What the...?' Tyson thought to himself.

He tried to walk away without thinking about what had just happened. Anyway he couldn't put anymore importance on it because something else was in his mind; Hilary of course and he forgot all about the mysterious guy. As he continued his way he thought about when he had kissed her last Monday when she was depressed and was refusing any contact with anyone, especially with him. He enjoyed the moment but he after felt so guilty because she didn't want to kiss him and he did it anyway. Did she ever look surprised after that, but she was also frustrated and started to think of him as a pervert and a rapper. She exaggerated the fact a little bit too much but Tyson couldn't be mad at her because in one way he understood perfectly why she was acting like that. It finished well though because he went to explain himself to her and after that moment he won a little more her trust and even if he woke her up in the middle of the night. He suddenly had a flashback about himself hugging Hilary after they had their fight yesterday. The fight that brought him so down that he was defenseless. He remembered the ruthless words she had use in front of him and how she had regret it after, by the way she clutched herself to his clothes in fear he would go away and leave. He would never leave her like that, not like she did to him this morning. Thinking about the way she hugged him made him remember again one sentence of the letter she left behind. "I want you to hold me in your arms tightly like you are always doing to comfort me; because since you first did it to me, I'm always seeking for it."

'I don't understand what she meant...she is seeking for what? The hug?!?But why would she be seeking for that? No that's impossible I must be mistaken somewhere...she's maybe seeking for something else...or...maybe...she likes me after all and she want...pfff...I don't think so...stop making yourself false hopes Tyson...well...maybe I'm thinking too much about the worst...ok it's not the worst because if it would be she would hate me but...maybe I'm a little bit too negative on that point...I think it's better like that though because if she doesn't feel the same way I do I would be prepared...shit am I that miserable?...why am I just thinking about a rejection?...and why am I thinking about that now?...there is more important than my stupid feelings now; I have to find Hilary...and when she will be back, I will tell her because I waited long enough, it's time to get things advancing...and if she is refusing, at least I would have try...and...I...what the hell is going on here???" He finally snapped out of his thoughts.

A brown-haired guy passed beside him with the same menacing look and smile as the dark-haired boy in parasuco. He walked slowly across Tyson just like if he wanted to fight. He was about the same age as him and was wearing a dark blue t-shirt.

"Would you stop looking at me, unless you're searching for trouble" Said Tyson in a hostile way.

The guy did the same thing as the other one; he raised his eyebrows and put his hands in his pockets but continued to glare at him.

"I DON'T LIKE ASSHOLES OF YOUR KIND...WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" He said again.

The guy silently laughed at him and continued his way.

'Am I going crazy or what' He thought.

He knew he wasn't, it was the second guy who was looking at him that way in only thirty minutes. Something was wrong and he was wondering why. He shook his head and continued his way towards the main street. As soon as he crossed that road he found himself in a poor place where almost nobody was living. He turned and let himself lead by his feet in a tiny backstreet. As he was going deeper he suddenly felt that somebody was watching him. He looked around but saw nobody. He persisted in this alley till he heard a noise behind him. He didn't pay any attention on it at first because it was a very irregular sound but it became louder. As fast as he could he turned away and looked but still nobody was there. He frowned and started thinking he looked like a perfect idiot standing like that for no reason or getting paranoiac so he continued to step deeper in that miserable passage. He heard the noise again and more clearly this time; it was footsteps, he was sure of it so he accelerated his walking. The footsteps stopped for a couple of seconds and then continued again but faster. Tyson finally reached the end of the backstreet and turned on another alley. He stopped where the ending of the past one was and waited to see if anyone was really following him. The noise slowly came again and quickly stopped. Tyson bended down a little bit ready to pounce. The head of somebody finally showed up slowly. Tyson didn't loose any more time and jumped on the guy grabbing him firmly by his collar. He soon realized it was the dark-haired guy in parasuco.

"You again?? Why are you following me?" Said Tyson aggressively.

"I guess I have my reasons" Answered the guy without showing any sign of emotion.

"What the fuck are you telling me and who are you anyway?"

"Somebody"

Tyson, getting more upset than ever, knocked the guy's back on the wall trying to have a more convincing answer to his interrogation.

"JUST WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Tyson yelled.

"I don't know...do you know?" He answered grinning evilly.

The guy took Tyson's hands off his sweater and pushed him back. Tyson glared at him with furious eyes. The guy was following him and he didn't even know since he was and he continued to look at him with that same freaky menacing expression. 'That's not him who will beat the shit out of me' He thought.

"You know you just put yourself in trouble right now" Said Tyson.

"No, you did Tyson" Another voice came from behind.

Tyson turned his head to see who just spoke and it was the brown-haired guy he had seen earlier. He started to figure out things but it was too late; he left his guard when he looked behind him so the guy in parasuco took opportunity of the situation by smacking him hard enough to knock him off on the ground.

"See now who's in real trouble...unless you speak and tell us where we can find the girl"

Tyson didn't answer but he knew clearly now that they were somehow working for Chris or maybe they were his friends. He tried to get up but the guy gave him another punch that threw him again to the ground. The pain grew in his jaw while his heart started thudding faster.

"No don't try anything 'buddy' answer first after we'll let you go" Said the guy in blue.

"Don't call me like that!!" Exclaimed Tyson furiously.

"ANSWER!!!" The dark-haired boy yelled.

"NO!!" Tyson shouted back.

The other guy bended down to hit him again but this time Tyson was faster and with his elbow he knocked his nose. The impact was hard enough to make his edge bleeding hard.

"GO AHEAD KEV THIS ASSHOLE SEARCHED FOR IT" Said the one in blue t-shirt while he was cleaning his blood losses with a hand.

The boy in parasuco pounced on Tyson who got up quickly to protect himself from another assault. He gave the guy a punch before hitting him with his knee on his face, and pushed him back trying to run away. He was about to leave when the other guy got up and attacked him at the same time his friend did. Tyson was doing his best to fight and to dodge his opponents' assails but fighting two against one was more than he could take. Even if he perfectly knew how to fight, he found himself in a very dangerous situation. They were both hitting him every where without any seconds between the strikes and after a while, some punches couldn't be avoided and passed through his defense. One, particularly rough, went directly to his stomach while another one hit the side of his forehead. The hurt surrounded him and his soul and when he tried to protect himself from another punch, he realized it was useless. The guy in parasuco grabbed the back of his neck and smacked him on the wall. Tyson couldn't think about something else than the pain his was feeling all over his body. For the first time of his life he wasn't finding any solution to escape from the situation he was currently in.

"WHERE IS SHE?" The same guy yelled.

"FUCK YOU BASTARD!!" Tyson yelled back.

Chris's hand mans took him back from the wall to throw him against it again but even harder. The pain traveled from his head to all the rest of his body parts like in an electricity wire and he knew that soon he wouldn't stand that any longer. They pushed him and he fell on the ground. There was blood on his forehead and on the corner of his lips that he tried to whip out with one of his sleeves. They literally jumped on him beating the parts of him they didn't hit yet; they were like starving animals on a simple defenseless creature. They didn't have any sense of honor; they were attacking two against one without letting any chance to breathe. It's just when Tyson spat blood on the earth that they finally stood up looking at him the same way they always did.

"Stop being so weak and tell us where's Hilary hiding because we know she's not at your place anymore" Said the brown-haired guy.

"NO!" He answered.

He looked up to face them but saw what they were preparing for him; the guy in parasuco was about to kick him somewhere. He was seeing his feet coming closer to him, he closed his eyes and turned his head away trying avoiding it but it was unavoidable, he felt the impact as it was crashing hard into his ribs. He yelled in hurt.

"Hey John it looks like the poor guy has feelings for that bitch, how funny he really doesn't know what type of girl she is" Said the dark-haired.

"Well anyway she belongs to Chris and to our gang that's it...so Tyson...give up she's not for you" The other one spoke.

Seeing that Tyson wasn't answering he gave him another kick in the stomach making him grunt loud.

"Do you need that much of encouragement just to answer a simple question? Come on where is the girl and we'll let you go without anymore pain, I guess it's preferable for you because I don't think you wanna mess with us again" Said the same one.

"...I..." Tyson started. He put a hand on his stomach trying getting up on his feet but was pushed again. The guys didn't want him to move. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and he managed to clean it off with his sleeve.

"...I...WHAT??" The brown-haired yelled bending down with his fist clenched ready to punch him again.

"Wait let him talk" The other one told his friend.

"...I...I don't even know" Mumbled Tyson.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE TELLING US...HE'S LYING CAN'T YOU SEE, LET ME BEAT THIS GUY UP" The bended boy yelled.

"I'M NOT LYING YOU SON OF A BITCH" Tyson also yelled still on the ground.

The guy beside Tyson pulled out a knife of his pocket and put it close to his throat and said:

"Kevin I don't believe a word coming out of his mouth...you know it's impossible, and Chris...if it's true...will be fucking angry, that bitch has to finish the work she had started for him...let me kill him"

On those words he punched him again. Tyson didn't have any strength left so at every time he was putting a hand in defense, he was too slow. Just now he wanted to die instead of suffering like that.

"WAIT" The guy in parasuco yelled "No it's possible, she could've escape...and she did because Chris had discover her hiding place and she perfectly knew she had that work to be done so she left"

"What are you all talking about?" Said Tyson to the dark-haired. It was the guy beside him that answered back to him.

"Didn't you know that slut was part of our gang since two years?"

"W-What?...no I...don't believe you" Said Tyson with a shaking voice.

"Of course you won't believe it because you love her right?...well let me tell you this girl will never be able to love someone because she doesn't have any heart, she's very good in fooling people, that's her speciality...in fact, she deserved to be beaten up by Chris and from my point of you, she's a slut...Chris also think the same thing but he wants her back because he needs her we all need her for the final act of our work, she has to finish what she had started"

"What work? What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Hey we're not fool enough to reveal all our plans to you but anyway when our work will be finish, Chris will keep her with him because she's his girl not yours and she belongs to him, you'll never have her, trust me you'll never win...do you just have an idea of who we are?...the thing I can say is we are very organized"

"But Hilary will never make...dirty things for your gang...whatever it is...I know her and...I'll always be by her side" Tyson had difficulties to talk properly.

"No Tyson, you think you know her but you don't know a thing about what she did...did she ever told you why she left Chris and tried to escape from him?" The guy in parasuco continued.

"...yeah...she said...he was...beating her and he wanted...things from her...he were going...too far"

"You know what, she told you the truth but you misunderstood it because she didn't want you to know the real story...yeah he was beating her but she deserved it because she was refusing to do the second part of her work...that's what she meant by: going too far...the work she had to finish...now you know"

"...but...no I know nothing...what's the work?"

"Are you that stupid? What are the normal activities of a street gang?"

"...I...steeling...drugs dealing...murders..."

"yeah not so bad, she was steeling and dealing but you forgot one thing...the reason why she left because she didn't want to do it"

"...p...no that can't be...prostitution..."

"Exactly...but now I'm sorry...you know too much about us...go ahead John"

The guy named John grinned evilly as he was approaching the blade of his knife to Tyson's throat. Tyson was devastated; he didn't know what to think about. He never suspected his life could end up that way, on the ground, beaten by two guys of his age, by the blade of one of them. He would die. His heart thudded even faster than it was and he started to be afraid, so afraid. The boy dressed in parasuco turned his back from them; maybe he couldn't stand seeing some body murdered. Tyson looked back at the other one, John, who was looking strait at what he was doing. Tyson suddenly snapped out of his thoughts; he didn't want to die, it wasn't his time yet. He felt a sudden strength that was growing inside of him, a strength giving him hope again. He grabbed the guy's hand that was holding the knife, put his foot on his stomach and threw him behind him. Tyson got up very quickly and started to run as fast as he could even if he was limping and even if he was in pain, he didn't want to die and he wouldn't die now. Both of the boys yelled loud and started to run after him. Tyson turned in so many directions that he didn't even remember where he was now. He was going deeper in those pathetic backstreets but one thing for sure was that he knew he would escape them. He turned in another alley where he was able to enter in an abandoned house by the window. He bended down and waited the more silently it was possible until he heard footsteps running towards his direction. Two familiar voices came to his ears.

"Forget about it he's gone"

"Hey! Don't tell Chris we explained to that jerk the plan because he'll kill us for sure"

"That's your fault...no I won't tell him but anyway Tyson can't do anything against us so don't be that scared"

"Anyway...let's get out of here"

Tyson waited for at least one hour in this neglected area to be sure they were really gone and went out of there taking his way home. He would search for her again but tomorrow. As he was walking, he thought about something that was tickling his mind.

'Why didn't she said the truth at first to me...didn't she trust me? But one thing for sure is that even with all what those jerks told me, my opinion on her didn't change...I still love you Hilary no matter what...if you left because you didn't want to finish 'the work' it shows that you have a conscience and that you know what was the wrong thing and the good thing to do...I'll help you I promise' He thought.

With a slight limp, a lot of wounds and a lot of blood printed on his clothes, he continued to walk looking strait in front of him. Sometimes, he was stopping trying to recover his strength because he was very weak and got out of breath easily even if he was walking slowly, or because the pain was killing him but he was still on foot. What gave him that kind of energy was Hilary because he knew that she had a huge heart and feelings, not like those guys were describing her; she was far from being a slut and he knew he would see her again. In his mind he was thinking that when he would see her again, he would give her that hug she talked about and would tell her how he loved her, how he loved her for so long.

(A/N) That's it so what do you think? Oh I just have to say something first...don't worry if I mentioned about drugs dealing or even prostitution because in the story those are just words, I'll never put that in action...I mean you will never read about somebody taking drugs because that's against my principles...anyway review me please!!!